Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Lunch At Wijaya House

Bi... Ummi's at Mama's house. Your sweet daughter said she wanted to have lunch with Umminya. Abi need not worry because your four shadows are with me. ❤❤

Write me on the short message I sent to Abi Fazila.

I wouldn't dare leave the house before getting permission from him. Actually I told Abi Fazila right before he left for the office, only I wanted to tell him I was on my way. Really, I left home happily, probably because I hadn't been to my mother-in-law's house in a long time.

Mother-in-law?

Two words that sound so simple yet manage to make me feel amazingly happy. All this time I always shed the affection I had for my sweet daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila until I myself forgot what it was like to be loved, spoiled, and in love. But.. Now, thanks to Fazila I can feel everything and I have everything that a woman in her household craves.

I feel happy, and I am grateful for that, until whenever I will never dare to oppose my Lord, my life and my death, I give it up only to him.

"Mrs... Can I ask you?"

I was a little surprised to hear the burly man sitting next to the middle-aged driver. Two weeks had passed since he had stayed home, yet for the first time he dared to reprimand me, of course I felt happy for that. That means he doesn't feel sad.

"Please?" My reply was brief while showing off a thin smile. I sat in the passenger seat with a book in my hand.

"Mrs and Master Boss look very compatible, you two are a couple created in Heaven.

What I want to ask, I still have a lot of injuries in the past. What should I do so that my heart can receive happiness without the need to think about old wounds anymore."

For a moment, I thought as I stared out the windshield. The road looks crowded as usual.

"What is all this about the heart?"

"Mrs right. It's all about the heart."

Hhmmmmmm!

I breathed a rough sigh while looking ahead. The beautiful man sitting in the front seat beside the driver was seen waiting for an answer to what I would give. If you look at the look on his face, he looks curious and it looks like we are the same age. Relaxing is more fun than having to talk formally.

"You're not mistaken Aiman's name, are you?"

"Yes, madam's right. My name is Aiman."

"I don't know what to comment. Be honest... Compared to anyone, my old wounds were much bigger. Now, no more suffering. Because I believe time is the best wound healer.

I just wanted to say. Don't stop yourself from being happy. When you sincerely accept all the disappointments of life, God will pay for all your disappointments with thousands of kindness."

"Ikhla? One word that always makes me breathe. I have said for twenty times that I am sincere with all this, in fact every time I open my eyes in the morning I feel like I am on the brink of destruction. I feel resentment, I feel vengeance too."

"Did Aiman's lover betray him?"

"He did not betray, mang. He committed a great sin. A sin that will never be forgiven even until we are both gone."

"What does den Aiman mean? Mama really doesn't understand?"

I also want to ask the same question to the young bodyguard. Thank goodness my question was answered.

"Mrs... In the past, I had someone very special in my heart and mind. Unfortunately, he just wanted me not my family.

In this world I only have my mother as a family. While the woman? He tried so hard to get rid of my mother. For God's sake, I don't believe in any women anymore."

"Look... You can't say that. Your past trauma may have been terrifying, and what I'm trying to say is, not all women are the same.

"Thank you for the soothing speech of Mrs Fatimah. Since you said it I'm sure I can definitely open my heart again."

The conversation in the car ended well, and now I have arrived in front of the Wijaya residence. To my surprise, Abi Fazila's car was parked in the garage.

...***...

Assalamu'alaic...

I closed my greetings as I walked in closer to the living room sofa.

Wa'alaikum...

Everyone's reply was quick, and it was true that there was Abi Fazila there. She sat next to Mama Nani who was holding my beautiful daughter, Fazila.

"Ummi has arrived? Sit here, Mi."

"Later on, Bi. Now Ummi wants to change Fazila's clothes first." I said while holding Fazila's arm. The sweet boy said nothing. He woke up from the lap of Mama Nani while smiling happily.

"Ma. Fatimah to the room for a second? Fatimah will be back soon."

"Don't be long, son. After Fazila was done, quickly get down. We'll have lunch together after that we'll take Fazila for a walk."

"Good, Ma." My reply was brief, then passed towards the room on the second floor.

...***...

"Alan's... Opa's spy said that you're still seeing Seren. Is that true?" Opa Ade asked as she placed her green tea cup on the table. His sharp gaze made my whole body goosebump.

"Why did you meet that woman? Do you still have unresolved feelings?" Oma Ochi looks upset. He even opened his lips.

"So you're still seeing that woman? Mama won't forgive you if you make your daughter-in-law cry." Mama's gaze was scarier than Opa Ade's.

"Yes... Alan met him because Alan had to finish an important business."

"What's important you mean? What if your wife misunderstands? Now that you're not alone anymore, every single thing you do, make sure it won't make your daughter-in-law and granddaughter cry. Youunderstand?"

"Yes, Mama. Alan understood."

"It's good if you understand." Mama continued, the face that had looked annoyed now began to show off a friendly attitude.

Mama has a soft heart, the thing I fear most about her is her anger. Once he was angry, my life could end in one breath.

"Madam is lunch ready."

"Good, Mbok. Thank you." Thank you." Reply Mama then we got up from the living room sofa, walked towards the dining table. After Ummi Fazila who hold hands with the sweet daughter of the pride of the Wijaya family.

At the dining table everyone seemed to be stabbing at his lunch, everyone was at home except Sabina. The sweet girl asked for permission to go home late because today there are social activities held on the campus.

"Well... Nani wants to say something important!" I don't know what she wants to say until she looks uncomfortable. The dining table that had been feeling relaxed turned a little tense.

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